"The fairyland on earth is called Gusu."
"Under the Seven Plum Trees, the young master is victorious over the immortal."
"White clothes and black snow, smiling like the passing years."
"The beauty is like water that never comes back, but the poor young man doesn't want to be ordinary..."
It means that there is a young man in Gusu City who is comparable to a banished immortal. He has been pursuing the road all his life. He is firm and persistent. Even if his beauty is wasted, he has never looked back...
Suzhou City.
Part of the secret realm of Changshengtian, it is also the epitome of the most representative mortal town of the Shenyu Dynasty five thousand years ago. At the main city gate, a bluestone monument towers into the clouds.
People big and small five thousand years ago.
Some of them have not yet reincarnated, so they are in seclusion in the sky, and have their disciples coax and trick them. Yi Qinglan, the Supreme Sect Master, has grown up listening to the legends of Gusu City since he was a child.
The Heavenly Emperor of the Shenyu Dynasty gained enlightenment from it, which endowed this originally simple and low-key mortal town with a thick, mysterious and mysterious color.
Various versions of the story have been passed down through the ages, attracting countless talented people to come here, and they bring out new rumors. Over and over again, the reputation becomes more and more famous.
That year.
If Shenyu Imperial City is a pilgrimage place that monks all over the world yearn for, then Gusu is the spiritual pillar of monks all over the world, and everyone aspires to become Chen Yi's second.
But sorry.
The luck of an era is only enough to nurture one Chen Yi.
"What a pure spiritual energy storm."
"If I am allowed to stay here for ten years, I will definitely advance to Nascent Soul."
"What a great opportunity."
"Alas, I just don't know if there is a sacred fruit tree in this city."
"What magical fruit?"
"Does anyone have a good name? That's called Huangliang Fanguo."
"How do you know its name?"
"Sect Leader Yi said it himself."
"Huang Liang has a dream for thousands of years. Huang Liang Fan Fruit, also known as Dream Dream Fruit, can not only cleanse the marrow and cut veins, making people look immortal, but also enable them to realize Taoism and supernatural powers in dreams."
"The most amazing thing is that people with declining life expectancy can live longer by taking it for thousands of years!"
"Hiss, it's so scary!"
"Then why don't we dig up its roots and transplant it on a large scale in Blue Star?"
"Stop wishful thinking."
"There is only one Huangliang fruit tree in the world. No one knows how it was grown, and no one knows what its growth and survival conditions are. Who should be the first to plant it?"
"Taking a step back, things are rare and valuable. If even ordinary people like you and me can own a piece of it, how can it deserve the name of a natural treasure?"
“…”
The fruit that Chan Hongyi asked Chen Yi to help pick up was picked up by a monk at the entrance of the secret realm. As soon as the fruit was picked, the fruit tree withered instantly and turned into nothing.
Because Huangliang fruit is too precious, everyone does not have much illusions about it.
On the contrary, they all covet the spiritual energy wandering in the void: Blue Star Realm, although the spiritual energy recovery has entered the second stage, however, the spiritual energy is still lacking.
And here.
It is no exaggeration to say that one day of retreat here is equivalent to one year in the outside world!
"Damn it, I don't care. Wealth can be found in danger."
Finally, someone couldn't hold back anymore and sat cross-legged to devour the spiritual energy around him: He had been stuck at the peak of foundation building for many years, his lifespan was coming to an end, and he was bound to die anyway, so he might as well give it a try.
"boom!"
As the spiritual energy poured into the acupoints, it directly broke through the bottleneck that he had been stuck in for a long time. The golden elixir aura gradually rose, and his appearance became younger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
White hair turns to black, haggard skin becomes congested, and pale cheeks gradually become rosy.
"Master Dao, I am done, it is done, hahahahaha."
The wanton laughter echoed, and everyone looked sideways, some showing contempt, some shining brightly, but no one competed with them for spiritual energy and interfered with their practice.
Yan Chixia frowned slightly, and Yi Qinglan said lightly:
"If you don't want to die, I advise you not to move and just watch."
At this juncture, whoever acts as a good person will become the target of public criticism.
They all covet the spiritual energy in Gusu City, but as human beings who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years, no one is willing to take risks, so they need a guinea pig.
He deserves to die. Who told him not to wait in a hurry?
"Brother, how do you feel?"
Beihuang asked in a high voice, deliberately irritating this person.
"Haha, I'm so happy."
"Give me some more time, three days, three days, I will definitely advance to Nascent Soul. By then, Chen Changsheng and Sword Immortal will be no match for me, hahaha!"
Looking at the adoring Bei Huang, the old ghost's vanity was greatly satisfied. The speed of devouring spiritual energy skyrocketed, and his aura surged forward, showing an overwhelming posture.
One step.
His body had swelled up like a balloon, his pupils were blurred, and he had completely lost his mind. Although his power was truly astonishing, it still seemed like he was being forced from the outside to the inside.
Father, like son.
The monks who were watching clearly saw that his feet began to melt away bit by bit, as if being eaten away by the heaven and earth. Three transparent white flowers bloomed on top of his head and withered piece by piece.
"Hmph, people's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants."
Yi Qinglan snorted coldly and took the opportunity to teach Li Qingjun: "Qingjun, you have to remember that you must not force yourself to eat as much rice as you want, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master, please keep this in mind."
Li Qingjun hurriedly made a bow and then asked tentatively:
"Master, this person...is hopeless?"
"Three flowers will wither and the gods will not be able to save them."
It seems to confirm what Yi Qinglan said.
The next second.
The old ghost suddenly twitched all over. Without him having to cast a spell, spiritual energy poured in from the Heavenly Spirit. For a moment, the aura on his body was even more terrifying than at the Nascent Soul stage.
"How do you feel now?"
Beihuang blinked and asked again.
"Very good!"
"Then let me help you!"
Beihuang covered his mouth and smiled sweetly, moving with his fingertips, gathering all the spiritual energy from all directions in the direction of the old ghost. The other monks looked weird, and the good guys joined Beihuang's ranks.
"Wonderful! My Taoist friend has a wise eye and knows how to treat my Yuanying. I will marry you!"
The moment the sound fell, the old ghost reached its limit. The three flowers exploded into pieces, black smoke like silk threads came out of the mouth, nose and ears, and the body quickly melted away and disintegrated, and finally nothing was left.
Beihuang's smile turned to sarcasm, and he curled his lips indifferently.
"The power of dreams, illusion, nothingness, pavilions and pavilions, water and moon without a trace."
Yi Qinglan reached out and picked up a speck of dust, closed his eyes and felt it for a few moments, then solemnly said:
"It will quietly assimilate the creatures contaminated by its own cause and effect. The person just now did not die, but became a part of this world, or... nourishment!"
Everyone was shocked and then frightened:
"Fortunately, I had a scapegoat, so I was almost impulsive."
"Fellow Taoist, you can go in peace, I will take care of your wife and daughter."
"Speak."
"Why is there the power of dreams in this secret realm?"
"Could it be related to the legendary Emperor of Heaven?"
“…”
This question is destined to get no answer. Of course, there is no need to seek the answer deliberately. Anyway, practice will reveal the truth. Isn’t this Gusu City’s spiritual energy just tested?
It cannot be repaired!
Having learned from the past, everyone tried to avoid the surrounding spiritual energy and moved slowly.
Walking through the misty alleys.
Small bridges and flowing water, boats passing people's homes, apricot blossoms in the light rain, and picturesque mountains and rivers. The monks were all fascinated by the beautiful scenery by the river. Someone asked: "Master Yi, where is this?"
"My sect... I don't know, it is somewhat different from the Gusu City in my impression."
I have been to Suzhou before.
The building is the same building, but the atmosphere is different, and there is an added strangeness. Yi Qinglan can't place it, but what is certain is that it did not exist five thousand years ago.
"It's better to leave immediately, otherwise things will change."
"Walk."
Without saying a word, Beihuang picked up Yi Qinglan and started to leave.
It's one thing to hate Yi Qinglan, but it's another thing to believe or not trust her. Yi Qinglan has a cold temperament and is not good at telling lies. If she says there is a problem, there must be a problem.
When the others saw this, they didn't dare to hesitate at all and quickly followed: in fact, they really wanted to stay a little longer to see if they could find any unexpected opportunity, but...
The encounter with the old ghost forced them to be cautious and use caution.
After walking nearly half of the incense stick, Yi Qinglan suddenly noticed something strange: something was wrong. She remembered very clearly that the Gusu River was not that long, unless there was something wrong with her memory.
"Could it be that reincarnation has caused some changes within Gusu City? It's not impossible. After all, the reincarnation of the entire city itself is bizarre."
From the moment the spiritual energy recovery enters the second stage, everything is weird.
"Try walking half a stick of incense again. I hope it's me who has the problem."
Yi Qinglan hid her emotions and calmly led the team forward. After more than a hundred miles, everyone was dazzled by the flowers. The sea of flowers disappeared, and the scene in front of them suddenly changed.
They are back to where they started!
The only difference is that the gray sky has stopped raining.
"do not stop."
Yi Qinglan let out a low cry and dug her fingertips into the thin flesh of her palm, using the pain to force herself to stay calm... This time it was fifty miles away, as if going back in time and returning to the starting point.
Screen changes.
Dressed in white, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Gusu River, with the plum trees swaying behind him.
"It's a dream!"
"The power of dreams is at work. We seem to be trapped in a dream. Everything we experience at the moment is a closed loop. Either break it or...die!"
Beihuang, who had always been aloof and arrogant, felt uneasy and palpitated for the first time in his life. Yi Qinglan's scalp also felt numb, her lips pursed tightly, her pretty face turned pale, and her jade hands trembled slightly.
She said nothing and walked forward.
The other monks naturally noticed her nervousness, and they all became vigilant. They whispered about the identity of the man in white, and worked together to deduce ways to break the situation.
The third time I returned to the same place, it was only ten miles away.
It's snowing in Gusu, the cold wind is biting, and it's desolate. The wintersweet is in full bloom on the plum tree, unique and independent, and a fruit is grown and picked by the young man.
White and mellow, the fragrance is fragrant and refreshing.
In front of him, stood a young girl with a plum blossom on her temple. She was not familiar with the world. The young man wiped it clean with his sleeve, turned around and handed the fruit to the girl.
"Uncle Shi, what is this?"
"Huang Liang is a dream."
